__________ 'DEM BOYS [JAYBRISCOE]

JUST STEP ON UP AND GET BITCH SLAPPED BY 'DEM BOYS! || Forward goes here....

Road to Superclash Tournament
Round One:
Damien Sandow vs. Jay Briscoe

title: it's my time now boy; shooting on the road to superclash tournament
stars: jay briscoe; mark briscoe; odb

- IT'S TIME FOR WAR, BOI! -

[ The scene opens in front of an old abandoned warehouse, a black truck was parked in front of one of the garage doors, a black pitbull stood in the back of the truck sniffing the air as the camera zoomed out to find Jay and Mark, the Briscoe Brothers standing behind the truck. Jay Briscoe paces back and forth, he wore a black t-shirt with “Goon Squad” in big white letters on the front of it. We are live in Sandy Fork, Delaware at the Briscoe’s farm house. Jay seemed to be more pissed off than ever before, ripping the shirt from his chest. The cameras zoom in on Jay Briscoe as he talked to himself, spitting on the ground his eyes fixed on the ground. Suddenly, Mark Briscoe slipped into the camera view, he was wearing a Superclash t-shirt, talking on his cell phone. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"Yes sir…"

[ He paused. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"Yes sir, I’ll tell ‘em dat…"

[ Jay continued to pace back and forth, visually pissed off about what Legacy and Magnus’ group did to him on Concussion. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"DIS MONDAY NIGHT… IT ALL STARTS DIS MONDAY NIGHT IN CORPUS CHRISTI… DUH ROAD TA SUPERCLASH BEGINS… FOR DEM BOYS BBBBAABBBAAAYYYY!!.. duh Road ta Superclash tournament wit duh winner set ta challenge dat soldier boy Roman Reigns for duh biggest prize in A-E-Dubya… duh dang World Heavyweight Championship… ya got duh leader of Sons of Sandow, Damien Sandow in dis corner…"

[ He points over to his left side. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"...and in dis corner ya got duh most violent man on duh planet… duh next A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion… duh winner of dis whole gosh dang tournament man… JJJJAAAAAAYYYY BBBBBBRRIIIIIISSSSOOOOOOCCCCCCCEEEEE!"

[ Jay stepped forward, taking the gum out of his mouth and tossing it off the camera, he looked straight at the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Damien Sandow… duh former two-time A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion… duh man in charge of all dis mayhem goin’ around dis damn place man… y’all like ta run roughshod around dis damn company man… you and does lil bitches of yours duh loudmouth bitch, Mr. Anderson and duh Olympic Gold Medalist, bitch… Kurt Angle, y’all been tryin’ ta run a goddamn knife inta duh damn heart of dis company son!.. y’all been tryin’ ta plunge the final stake in dis sum-bitch… all for one thing man, all ta become duh A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion again, tying dat hall of famer Colt Cabana, duh three time World Champion… all ya wanna do man is be duh big dog of A-E-Dubya once again… and let me tell ya something man… Let me tell ya this, if ya wanna be duh big man of dis business again… if ya wanna be duh greatest World Heavyweight Champion of ALL TIME!"

[ He paused, spitting on the ground. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Ya got some big shoes ta feel boy… I mean Chris Jericho, duh first ever A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion… Colt Cabana a three-time A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion… CM Punk…"

[ Mark let out a "NO, DATS NOT IT ANYMORE, MAN" leaning over and whispered something into Jay’s ear. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Oh right, excuse me… excuse me, Phil “CM Punk” Brooks, 315 days of being duh BEST in the World… and now there's you man… 191 days combined of two-title reigns… lookin’ for dat big THREE man, lookin’ ta be only duh second man ta win duh strap three times man!.."

[ Jay paused. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"But ya know man… duh past two times ya became duh A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion, ya did so wit duh Money in duh Bank briefcase man… and I think dat shit is duh only way ya CAN be duh Heavyweight Champion of duh World again… I don’t think duh big bad Sons of Sandow can make ya become duh winner of dis Road ta Superclash tournament… because I think does boys are nothing but goddamn scumbags ta dis world man… and I am about ta bury yall fuckas alive boy!"

[ Jay paused, Mark looked directly into the camera and screamed. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"SONS OF SANDOW… Y’ALL DANG BOYS NEED TA COME UP WIT YA OWN DANG NAME… CAUSE DOES BOYS DUH SONS OF ANARCHY… THEY CALLED US AND SAID TA GIVE DEM BOYS BACK THERE GIMMICK MAN!"

[ Jay paced back and forth, he spits on the ground again, looking up into the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Y’all like brothas… I got my own band of brothas man… it’s called dem boys and our sista from dat otha motha man…"

[ Mark lunged forward. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"DAT DANG DIRTY WOMEN, ONE… DIRTY BRISSSSCCCOOOOOOOEEEE!!"

[ He paused, backing up letting ODB into the camera frame, she carried her trademark flask. ]

|| duh sista from anotha motha | ODB; ||
"BBBBAAAAAMMMM… THE ROAD TO SUPERCLASH IS HERE BABY!.. AND TEXAS IS GOING TO SEE THAT SHIT FIRST HAND… this Monday night in Texas SONS OF SANDOW WILL FIND OUT… NO ONE FIGHTS LIKE THE BRISCOE FAMILY FIGHTS… BBBAAAAMMMMMM!!!!"

[ She downed her flask of well, whatever she puts into that thing as she walked off the camera letting out one more “BBBBBAAAAAAMMMMMMM!” Jay and Mark kept their eyes on her as Jay turned and looked into the camera, he pointed straight at the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Damien Sandow… bring ya lil bitch family, duh Sons of Sandow… bring ya fake ass bathrobe man… bring duh cut dat you dawn boy… BRING IT ALL AND I WILL DROP YA PUNK ASS STRAIGHT DOWN ON YA DAMN HEAD… I’M GONNA BURY DUH SONS OF SANDOW WHERE THEY ALL BELONG MAN… STRAIGHT IN HELL, SON!"

[ Jay lunged for the camera, Mark tried to grab ahold of him. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"YA WANNA TRY AND PUT ME OUT OF AEW MAN… WELL FUCK YOU SANDOW… FUCK YOU AND DOES LIL BITCHES YA CALL DUH SONS OF SANDOW!.."

[ Mark grabbed Jay pushing him back, Jay’s eyes were wide and the look on his face was nothing but crazed and sadistic. Mark shoved Jay off the camera frame, turning and looking into the camera. ]

|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"See y’all boys in Texas… AND SANDOW… MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YA SOUL, BOY!"

[ Mark walked off the camera. Jay Briscoe could be heard screaming off camera “DAT BITCH IS GONNA GET SPIKED ON HIS DAMN HEAD MAN”, still fighting his way back onto the camera frame. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"YA ASS IS MINE IN TEXAS, SANDOW… LIKE A HUNGRY GORILLA MAN… I'M GONNA WHOOP DAT AS... WELCOME TA MY JUNGLE BOY!"

[ Mark fought to pull Jay off the camera frame as the scene fades to black. ]

[ END SCENE ]

[ The scene opens once again once again in Sandy Fork, Delaware, however this time we are in a field, the cameras pan around to find a black pitbull running full speed towards the camera, barking, the pitbull hopes up onto the tailgate of a black pick-up truck, Jay Briscoe gets out of the driver's seat wearing his own personal ‘Sons of Sandy Fork’ vest, but on the back it has Jay’s own logo. He turned towards the camera, his eyes widen with a shotgun propped against his shoulder. ]

(The logo on the back of Jay's vest is the logo on his ROH title, sorry)

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dis Monday night duh rest of duh opening rounds of dis Road ta Superclash tournament begins… I wanna play a lil game wit these boys in duh tournament… it’s called shoot ‘em all dead man… and ladies and gentlemen the first man on duh Road ta Superclash is..."

[ Mark Briscoe walked onto the camera frame carrying a box, he walks to the back of the truck and put it down on the tailgate, he opened the box to reveal clay pigeon’s with pictures of the participants on them, Mark picked the one up with Adam Cole on it, Jay’s eyes got bigger. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dat piece of shit is back and ta make things worse he’s in dis fuckin’ tournament man… I thought I put dat boy down for good… he calls himself duh New Nature Boy now, duh ONE, give me a damn break man… ya get in my way in my Road ta Superclash… I’ll do duh same I did before and drop ya fake ass on ya head!"

[ Mark tosses the clay pigeon into the air, Jay pointed the gun and fired. BANG! the birdie shattered. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"BAM, DAT BITCH IS DEAD… NEXT!"

[ He paused, Mark pulled out the next clay pigeon from the box, Magnus. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Magnus… dat mothafucka is on duh road ta destruction man… ya wanna team up wit dat pretty boy bitch Randy Orton and his little boyfriends and try and take me out… wait till ya come face-ta-face wit me again boy… I’ll whoop dat ass and put ya ass right back down where ya belong… BITCH!"

[ Mark chucked the pigeon, Jay pointed the gun and pulled the trigger: BANG, the shattered pigeon falls to the ground. Mark Briscoe looked at the camera “CCCCCCCAAAWWWW”. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"SEND OUT DUH NEXT PARTICIPANT, CHICKEN!.."

[ Mark pulled the next pigeon out of the box, showing it to Jay before showing it to the camera, pictured on the pigeon was none other than “The Show Off” Dolph Ziggler. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dolph Ziggler, dat boy duh Show Off… he wants ta show duh world it all man… even duh girlfriends of duh world… I got a lotta respect for ya ass boy…. but when it comes ta duh A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Championship… I will do whatever I have ta do ta become champion man… and if ya are in my way boy… I will drop ya on ya bleach blonde head son… PULL!"

[ Mark tossed the pigeon; BANG, Jay looked straight into the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Consider dat Show off DEAD BOY!"

[ Mark pulled AJ Styles’ pigeon out of the box. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Speaking of respect man… duh Phenomenal one… dat boy has been through hell before leavin’ dis business… but now he’s back… ta be duh World Champion WELL SORRY BROTHA… NOT GONNA HAPPEN DIS TIME EITHER!.. PULL CHICKEN, PULL!"

[ Mark through the pigeon deep. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"DAMN CHICKEN!.."

[ He pulled the trigger: BANG, the echo of the pigeon shattering is heard, Mark reached into the box again pulling out the one with Randy Orton on it. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Oh yeah dats another one… duh pretty boy third generation bitch that screwed me out of a match dat I shoulda won man… Randy Orton, ya remain ta be nothin’ but a lil bitch man… daddy feed ya duh silver spoon when ya got in dis business, a multiple World Heavyweight Champion all over duh world, including a reign right here man... but after what y’alls lil boys did ta me on Concussion… I’m gonna whoop dat ass when I get my hands on you or dat lil piece of shit, Magnus man… Ya got a major ass whoopin’ comin’ ya way son!.. PULL!"

[ Mark chucked the pigeon, Jay pointed the gun BANG!.. another participate shattered, on his way to his first round opponent, pulling out the pigeon with Kevin Owens on it, dem boys both smirked. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Well I’ll be damned man… Kevin Owens, duh man dat I took duh Ring of Honor World Championship from… I spike dat boy straight on his damn temple… Ya know somethin’ chicken screw all these shitty ass opponents, I want Damie-…"

[ Jay shoved Mark out of the way, reaching into the box, shattering the rest of the pigeons until he came to the one he wanted, he smirked pulling out the clay pigeon with Damien Sandow, pointing it to the camera, his eyes go wide as he looked directly into the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Damien Sandow, duh lil bitch I face in dis Monday night’s opening round in Texas man… a former A-E-Dubya World Heavyweight Champion… duh lil bitch dat thinks he runs everyone around A-E-Dubya man and when ya don’t get ya way… ya have ya lil girlfriends ta fight ya damn battles man… but dis Monday night, ya boys ain’t gonna mean a damn thing when I whip dat big ass boy!"

[ He paused, spitting on the pigeon and tossing it up, picking up the shotgun and pulling the trigger, the pigeon shatters into pieces as Jay looked back into the camera, a pissed off look on his face. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dis Monday night in Corpus Christi man… we is all walkin’ inta duh warzone of duh Road ta Superclash tournament… sixteen handpicked superstars have been chosen to step inta dat 20x20 WARZONE man… I was duh one that has been chosen ta bury duh damn president of duh Sons of Sandow fifteen damn feet under duh damn ground man…"

[ He paused, putting his hat on backwards, spitting on the ground pacing back and forth. Mark eyes widened, his bottom lip popped out as he stepped back watching Jay. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Damien Sandow and his boys want ta tell duh A-E-Dubya Universe dat A-E-Dubya is dead… y’all boys think it’s cool ta hate on dis company… dat it’s all cool ta shit on A-E-Dubya man, but dis Monday in Corpus Christi, I’m gonna make damn sure… Sandow and his band of bitches are gonna FALL… and they gonna FALL HARD son… in case y’all didn’t know dis dem boys… we brought pro wrestlin’ BACK ta dis bitch… now Damien Sandow and his boys wanna come in and think they can demand every damn thing… they all wanna demand dat Damien Sandow be duh World Champion man… but what y’all need ta realize is in dis business… ya got duh scum dat is Sons of Sandow and then y’all got what I like ta call… duh soul of dis business… y’all got dem boys… we is like some hillbilly renegades in A-E-Dubya man…"

[ Jay’s eyes got wider, the look on his face got even more pissed, he looked directly into the camera. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Let me tell y’all somethin’ boy... dat lil shit dat duh Sons of Sandow are spewin’ out about duh death of A-E-Dubya… DATS SOME BULLSHIT MAN, dis Monday night when duh STORM dat is JAY BRISCOE RUN THROUGH DAT BITCH… let me just say dis boys, dis man… duh damn blood of A-E-Dubya will be runnin’ through my damn veins man… and wit dat blood runnin’ through my veins... I’m gonna plunge duh stake inta duh Sons of Sandow, and bury dat lil bitch, Damien Sandow deep inta duh damn ground along wit his bitch brothers…"

[ Jay walked right up to the camera, his eyes widened. ]

|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"I’ll see y’all in Texas… for duh damn burial of Damien Sandow and duh rest of does lil bitches duh Sons of Sandow, BAYBAY!"

[ Jay walked off the camera, gunshots were heard, followed by dogs barking as the scene fades to black. ]

[ END SCENE ]